This is a song about "Slate heads"

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Inattentive antennae-heads giving zero attempt

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

And seeing my parents with their palms placed on their heads

Roll up niggas be like sex

Along with my other trophy heads

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back